Not being heart broken about the loss of Dappy is the hardest thing. Instead of dwelling on his death I'll celebrate his life by posting short stories about him that made him unlike any other cat. In his death though, he was surrounded by those that loved him, and that that was the most important thing. For him to know he was loved and to love him so much that we decided to let him go. It would have been selfish to keep him alive for our own feelings. And yes it feels like my heart has been ripped out. But Dappy is at peace and no longer in pain.